Glowing white
Fading light
Frigid winds
Tugging fences
Moving branches
No life
Misty white
Heralds night
Stars alight
Visible steam
Curling hands
Swept away
Frigid winds
Piercing cold
None near
Calming silence
Peaceful rest
Frozen paradise
My little hill
My secret cove
My icescape














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